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December 6, 2019
Review: The Collected Poems of K. Morris
I was delighted to receive this review of my Selected Poems, by Kaye Lynne Booth.
The Collected Poems of K. Morris is a delightful selection of poems by K. Morris. These poems are written with sensitivity and a candid eye. Poetry is more than simple rhyming and alliteration. It is rhythm and cadence. It is choosing just the right words and putting them in the correct order to draw a vivid picture in the readers mind in a manner that is pleasing to the hear. Poetry is meant...
December 5, 2019
A Young Lady Whose Name Is Pinky
A young lady whose name is Pinky
Wore a dress both short and slinky.
She came round to my place
Dressed in fine silk and lace,
To discuss philosophy over a drinkie.
Alarm
In the churchyard,
A morning bird
Sounded an alarm call,
Then, silence,
fell,
Over all
When A Leading Gangster, Whose Name Was Mark
When a leading gangster, whose name was Mark
Said, “your future is bleak and dark.
As with this big gun
I shall end your fun,
I said, “take a look behind you, Mark!”.
December 4, 2019
Solitary Bird
On a cold December evening
I heard
A solitary bird
And sought for meaning
In her song of joy and pain.
Doubtless, I shall do so again
For ’tis easy to see poetry,
Though she, sings not for humanity.
December 3, 2019
An opportunity for Croydon authors and poets to sell their work on Sunday 8 December
Sean Creighton is running a stall in Croydon, on Sunday 8 December, offering authors the opportunity to display/sell their works. If you are an author and/or poet based in the vicinity, and are interested in participating, please see this link for details, https://seancreighton1947.wordpress.com/2019/12/01/croydon-events-and-news-at-2-december/.
He Counts Heels At Night
He counts heels at night.
His heart torn
By stilettos worn
By girls, both black and white.
He counts heels at night.
He counts heels at night,
Remembering nameless women.
Recollections of sinning
And delight.
He counts heels at night.
He counts heels at night
And feels
The weight of years
And empty tears
He counts heels at night.
He counts heels at night.
But how does one measure
The pain and pleasure
Of girls in heels
Who pass at night.
December 2, 2019
The Potter and the Clay
Of a winter’s day
The potter may
Warm the clay,
Though he and they
Are but clay.
When I Met A Naughty Young Maid
When I met a naughty young maid
Who said, “sir, have you been paid?”,
I said, “you are pretty,
And more than just witty,
But I regret you’re not very staid!
10 of The Best Poems About Time
In “10 of the Best Poems About Time”, the blog, Interesting Literature, provides links to (and a brief analysis of) 10 poems dealing with time and (naturally enough) clocks, https://interestingliterature.com/2019/12/01/10-of-the-best-poems-about-time/.
I have long been fascinated by time and well remember listening to the ticking of a wall mounted pendulum clock, as a young boy whilst attending Wavertree School for the Blind in Liverpool.
In my home I have several clocks, including a...
